Lobby.
Her girlish squeal of surprise left Trenton wincing and surrendering the small corner of some sheet he'd claimed as his own when Isobel dragged it toward herself like a shield. Were they in the lobby? In their underwear? "Looks like it," he murmured with the nonchalance of a doomed man who'd had a rough week. Compared to recent events, waking up half naked in the lobby could have been considered a cakewalk for Trenton.
Our boy had the experience of a five star general when it came to waking up in strange places, so he didn't seem too surprised. Not even particularly worried as he glanced around. When one has had to bury a dead body, and deal with the razor sharp end of a hunting knife recently.. the small stuff just seemed less daunting.
Finally, his tired attention wavered back to Isobel. He noted the dirt and small leaves caked in her hair, and was unable to suppress a grin. "Ohhhhman," the words ran together on a sigh of laughter. Trenton covered his face with a hand to rub at the sockets of his eyes and the unshaven edge of his jaw to try and fight for a bit of clarity. How had he gotten down here?